Moonspear Look through the rifle's sight

It was not the time or the place for questions. What was done was done, and nothing would change the ultimate outcome. Even she, a wolf of vast curiosity, had nothing to ask right here and now. The story was told, the deed was done. Now, the grave was almost done too.

She stepped aside to watch quietly as the body was moved. When it was there, she stole a moment to look him over one last time -- wounds and otherwise, both bear and Charon-inflicted. It suddenly becoming difficult to think of that cold, stiff, defeated corpse as Nishu as she had always known him. But, here was that reality and that was all he left behind as far as physical matters went. She then stepped up to help move the earth over him, trying to find comfort in the fact that he suffered no longer.

What followed was tiresome work, but necessary. Her paws felt heavy well before the finishing point was in sight. At least with the three of them, the duty could be spread between them. It didn't make it any easier, though, and she mentally prepared for the howl that would follow when it looked to be almost done.

Only once the last bit of soil was packed back down did she tip back her head for the sorrowful note. Simple, concise, and in memory of Nishu, she sang.